Hairball or Puke? They're letting go of their minds
in order to move their bodies
to music that didn't have a mind to begin with.
They dance synchronized to the pumping beats
of corporate-produced-pretty-boy-bands.
I don't participate; they made me come in here
but dammit they won't take my mind!
I brought my own CD player along
and my headphones keep me from their brainwashing.
It dismays me to see the display of conformity,
but I have an epiphany, which will shock them
restore their free will for a few minutes.
I ask the DJ's to play a song from my own CD
"Hairball or Puke" by Budda-Bang.
Though they don't like my music, they do like me
so they put my weird song on.
Immediately, the dancing stops
cuz they don't know how to react to the enigmatic sounds
when their minds come back to their heads,
the dance hits a complete standstill
and for two and a half minutes, until they plug my song,
I have stopped the dance.
The DJs yell at me
"You're ruining the dance!"
I retort,
"What do you think my intention was?"
They laugh, seeing what I've done
and marvel at my anarchistic ideals,
and they put on more swill music
but the masses are sitting still.
For 10 more minutes, they gather themselves
cuz I shocked them, dammit, I shocked them
they were shocked out of their lobotomy.